OFABERRY

Sometimes, we are afraid to think.
Thinking is not always easy.
Most of our thoughts can hurt, not because they are bad, but because even good thoughts can sometimes break us.

Trying to be better,
or to find peace inside ourselves,
means we must look closely at our problems and our flaws.
So, when something happens that feels like it could destroy us, is it better not to think about it?

The truth is, we need to ask:
Is this thing really happening? Or is it just something we expect because of our past experiences?
Or is it real, something that is already happening or beginning to show its signs?

We, as humans, do not all think the same way.
Our thoughts are shaped by our past and our beliefs.
So we must ask:
"Am I facing reality, or just my own mind?"

If it is not real...
If we only fear losing someone because of old wounds,
or fear failing just because we are afraid of failure,
or avoid problems because we cannot face them,
then we are fighting only a shadow, something that has no body.
We must leave that path and take the one that is real.

Like not hurting someone with things we do,
or taking that step forward even if we might fail,
or facing that problem because if we keep running, we will only go backwards and become worse than before.

The line between truth and imagination is not always clear,
but with time, and with honesty in our hearts, we become more of who we truly are.

The delusion of the self is the cruelest thing you can do to your soul.
To convince yourself that nothing is wrong with what the other has done,
merely out of fear of losing them.

To deceive yourself that you have not failed,
only to escape the abyss of despair.
To whisper to yourself that you are fine,
just cuz you are afraid of sorrow's weight.

But illusions distance you from your own truth,
peeling you away, day after day,
until you no longer recognize who you are.

Do not deceive, do not lie...
be you, as you are.
Fear not the mirror of confrontation, nor the courage to confess.

Our lives are but fleeting days,
we may die tomorrow or a hundred years hence.
So why lie?

Happiness has never been found in the mere act of chasing it,
for it has never been bound to anything alive or material.

It has always lived here, within us,
but only behind the veil of our contentment.

To be content with the things, the feelings, and the people we hold,
to learn how to summon our joy from the threads of life around us,
to keep trying despite the pain and misery encircling us,
to live it, to let it shine.

To remember, always, that it is alright to fall and rise again,
to gather the scattered pieces of ourselves.

And in that acceptance, we find contentment,
and in contentment, we ascend.